Espadara Uchiha
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"What were you doing with her? Kurosawa-Kun?"
I stumbled back, the smile coming off of her beautiful face completely at odds with her usual demeanor. It was a smile filled with the darkest emotions the Human Mind could even begin to comprehend. Anger. Lust. Envy. Greed. Sheer unadulterated insanity.
And, in a twisted way, Love.
The girl, her long black hair trailing to her waist , a large knife being waved dangerously in her hand advanced on me slowly, that same, ****ing smile on her face. Her eyes narrowed, ever so slightly, but I could still see the myriad feelings she had for me. She tilted her head slightly, taking her sweet time as I eventually ran out of space to walk, my back hitting the wall as I realized, there was no hope for me.
"You know...Kurosawa-Kun," she softly mentioned, reaching me with the flat edge of the blade up against my throat. I could see the bloodstains on it, and I briefly wondered if Hirato was alright. Her sleeve slightly shifted, and I could see red scars on her wrists. "I didn't think you would do it...Kurosawa-Kun. I warned Mami to stay away from you...but she didn't listen, now did she?"
Her voice was soft, gentle, soothing. Her breath was gliding cooly across my neck, and her odor from not bathing for nearly a week plugged my nose. Her chest was up against mine, and I remembered how I had been so happy when I got her out of her shell, and we had *** in the Room A4 classroom.
Her left hand held the knife at my neck, while her right was gently caressing my body, my chest, before sinking into my pants. "Neh...you hentai...Kurosawa-Kun..." She chuckled at it, slightly forcing the knife deeper into my throat. "No wonder it was so easy for that ***** to get you...but don't worry...I'll fix it...Just trust in your little Reita-chan..." Her eyes looked glazed over, as if she was looking at something only she could see, and she licked her lips slightly, the saliva coming upon her soft lips...
I winced as she squeezed my below the belt, a faint drop of blood beginning to drip from the knife. "Ah...bad, Kurosawa-Kun...this is no time for us to make love!" She laughed herself, and I couldn't help but try to flinch back from the sheer brokenness of her voice. Reita looked into my eyes after her laughing fit subsided, before mashing her lips against mine. I kissed her passionately, before she broke away, a small, sad, unbearable smile gently later upon her face.
I forced my voice to work. Surely, I could stop her..."Reita-chan...I'm sorry for everything. It'll never happen again." She tilted her head in surprise, I suppose, before throwing her head back and laughing loudly.
"Oh, Kitahara-Kun! How hilarious!" She abruptly stopped, her face lacking any emotion, before her smile came back into play. "I know you won't, Kurosawa-Kun...because, I'll kill you. If you're dead, than no one will steal you away from me! I'll kill myself after...so we can love in the afterlife..."
"Reita!"
The sensation of a knife flying through my neck came across me, a flash of blood, and everything was black.
I stumbled back, the smile coming off of her beautiful face completely at odds with her usual demeanor. It was a smile filled with the darkest emotions the Human Mind could even begin to comprehend. Anger. Lust. Envy. Greed. Sheer unadulterated insanity.
And, in a twisted way, Love.
The girl, her long black hair trailing to her waist , a large knife being waved dangerously in her hand advanced on me slowly, that same, ****ing smile on her face. Her eyes narrowed, ever so slightly, but I could still see the myriad feelings she had for me. She tilted her head slightly, taking her sweet time as I eventually ran out of space to walk, my back hitting the wall as I realized, there was no hope for me.
"You know...Kurosawa-Kun," she softly mentioned, reaching me with the flat edge of the blade up against my throat. I could see the bloodstains on it, and I briefly wondered if Hirato was alright. Her sleeve slightly shifted, and I could see red scars on her wrists. "I didn't think you would do it...Kurosawa-Kun. I warned Mami to stay away from you...but she didn't listen, now did she?"
Her voice was soft, gentle, soothing. Her breath was gliding cooly across my neck, and her odor from not bathing for nearly a week plugged my nose. Her chest was up against mine, and I remembered how I had been so happy when I got her out of her shell, and we had *** in the Room A4 classroom.
Her left hand held the knife at my neck, while her right was gently caressing my body, my chest, before sinking into my pants. "Neh...you hentai...Kurosawa-Kun..." She chuckled at it, slightly forcing the knife deeper into my throat. "No wonder it was so easy for that ***** to get you...but don't worry...I'll fix it...Just trust in your little Reita-chan..." Her eyes looked glazed over, as if she was looking at something only she could see, and she licked her lips slightly, the saliva coming upon her soft lips...
I winced as she squeezed my below the belt, a faint drop of blood beginning to drip from the knife. "Ah...bad, Kurosawa-Kun...this is no time for us to make love!" She laughed herself, and I couldn't help but try to flinch back from the sheer brokenness of her voice. Reita looked into my eyes after her laughing fit subsided, before mashing her lips against mine. I kissed her passionately, before she broke away, a small, sad, unbearable smile gently later upon her face.
I forced my voice to work. Surely, I could stop her..."Reita-chan...I'm sorry for everything. It'll never happen again." She tilted her head in surprise, I suppose, before throwing her head back and laughing loudly.
"Oh, Kitahara-Kun! How hilarious!" She abruptly stopped, her face lacking any emotion, before her smile came back into play. "I know you won't, Kurosawa-Kun...because, I'll kill you. If you're dead, than no one will steal you away from me! I'll kill myself after...so we can love in the afterlife..."
"Reita!"
The sensation of a knife flying through my neck came across me, a flash of blood, and everything was black.